[With every moment that Perceptor spends there with Drift, he relaxes just a little more. Drift has always been able to put him at ease, since the first moments he'd half-awoken, bleary, hurting, and disoriented as he hung in his Regen tank, and deciphered the white blur guarding him. Waiting patiently. Giving him the strength to allow himself to drift back into the regen slumber, confident that he would not be abandoned again.]
[He's missed this so much. The closeness. The quiet conversations, Drift being the only one who could reliably call forth the words that Perceptor found himself so reluctant to use much of any longer.]
[Perceptor doesn't know for certain that it's Brainstorm's obsession with surpassing him that has inspired Drift's irritation with the mech, but he allows himself a moment to bask in the thought that it might be. He hopes, anyway, even if it is a petty little hope.]
[The moment passes, though, and he drags his attention back to here and now and the words Drift is speaking, not the words that Perceptor wishes he would speak.]
Smokescreen mentioned those who arrived without glyphs. That they were... damaged, or malfunctioning somehow, or that they would do so. Could the marks be merely a means to identify those who are... whole enough to withstand whatever corruption it is that caused the others to go mad?
[Perceptor frowns thoughtfully.]
Just the very few individuals I have spoken to already here, before you arrived to bring me to the Hub, have hinted at a surprising number of odd convergences and discrepancies between these various... realities.
[He pauses, snorting out an indelicate chuckle that's more bitter than amused.]
Did we really need some external entity to assist us in our own self-destruction? We seemed quite skilled enough at that without adding in some Unicron being.
[His expression takes on a more genuine cast at the mention of the library. Knowledge is good, and it's been quite a while since he's had the chance to really feed that hunger.]
[action]semi-wall-o-text. >_> sorry.
[He's missed this so much. The closeness. The quiet conversations, Drift being the only one who could reliably call forth the words that Perceptor found himself so reluctant to use much of any longer.]
[Perceptor doesn't know for certain that it's Brainstorm's obsession with surpassing him that has inspired Drift's irritation with the mech, but he allows himself a moment to bask in the thought that it might be. He hopes, anyway, even if it is a petty little hope.]
[The moment passes, though, and he drags his attention back to here and now and the words Drift is speaking, not the words that Perceptor wishes he would speak.]
Smokescreen mentioned those who arrived without glyphs. That they were... damaged, or malfunctioning somehow, or that they would do so. Could the marks be merely a means to identify those who are... whole enough to withstand whatever corruption it is that caused the others to go mad?
[Perceptor frowns thoughtfully.]
Just the very few individuals I have spoken to already here, before you arrived to bring me to the Hub, have hinted at a surprising number of odd convergences and discrepancies between these various... realities.
[He pauses, snorting out an indelicate chuckle that's more bitter than amused.]
Did we really need some external entity to assist us in our own self-destruction? We seemed quite skilled enough at that without adding in some Unicron being.
[His expression takes on a more genuine cast at the mention of the library. Knowledge is good, and it's been quite a while since he's had the chance to really feed that hunger.]
Cats?